-Resurrected Writer-
Crusadeing Demon
i'm going to hell after my human body dies, because i am not human
( i'm a demon)
Nay, I say. Your mannerisms much more befit a piece of fettucinni. Thus you are damned to a plate at the Olive Garden.
For some reason I thought of this:
CLAUDIUS
Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?
HAMLET
At supper.
CLAUDIUS
At supper! where?
HAMLET
Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain
convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your
worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all
creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for
maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but
variable service, two dishes, but to one table:
that's the end.